Rattling Stories

Literally just for public announcements. Whatever the occasion announcements. Be it, book updates, fun facts, or just plan old whatever i put in here: Inner thoughts, confusing/brain rattling information. What-ev-er. . . . Have fun :)

RATTLING THE CHAINS a Poem in the Book Volume 2 Poets of Blood ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- johnewordslinger.wordpress.com facebook.com/John-E-WordSlinger-875794729144160

I woke up because I heard people laughing, I opened my eyes and saw that I was sitting on someone's lap I screamed, I seem to do that a lot lately. All the boys covered their ears and the car went from the lane, it was scary because we almost fell of the cliff. I turned around and hid my head in someone's chest and he wrapped his arms around me. The car went a little to the right, so I screamed again. We then took a sharp turn to the left the limo was tilting. I look out of the window and saw that there was at least 10 meters to the ground. The door was swung open by one of the guys, the driver was trying hard to keep the front half of the limo on the road.

My family is what most people would call freaks; I’d like to think of them as slightly unstable. They are a lot of things, clairvoyant being one of them and even my great grandmother was a spiritualist. I know, scary. The thing is, it’s from them, mostly, which these stories come from. Wicked runs in the family blood and I’m not afraid to tell. Welcome to my diary, let’s just hope you stick around.